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$5 lie Columbian,. AN INDEPENDENT JOUJlNAL, n rODt.minu KVKitr hatciidav, lit llloomibnrg, Columbia Count)') Pit. flJUMfli Two Dollnrs n ycnr, In mlvntlcd. It not imld La hdvnnco, Two Dollar tttlil Fifty Ccut. AiMreM nil lettorH to anonon it. mooui:, Editor of tlio Colvmiiiak, llloomsburg. Uolumbln County, IVi Serins of dufrliin0. One Ro,ttnro,otie or three lnertloti 1 H 1'jtch unlnciiiti'iit lii'citlnuli'M tlinu tlilrttni. .V) One Bqtinre one month S ( Two " " 3 00 Thrro " " 5 W l-'otir " " 0 09 Unit column " 10 oo One column " IS to KxiTlllnr'n unit AilmlnMrnlor'n Notlorn i It) Auditor'" Notice - 2 M Iktllorlnl Noticed twenty cent per line. Other nclverllwiiicnU Inserted nccorillng to npc lnl contract. VOL. I.-XO. 4. BLOOMSBTJ11G, SATURDAY, MAY 20, 1866. PMOE FIVE CENTS. r May. nv .ton: n, wiiittieii. Ilmroyn the Hirudin; croohtleiiH of tho woods, Unto tho misty, mountain notltudoH, Hits April breathed hor weot mid changeful mood.. hut In tho folded buds ninl leavei, and higher, Wluira neat tho email blrdi In tho lir-treo's uplro, 'l'lirough nil tho world thcro brenthen n soft dculro I A lnyxtlo Influenco brood o'er hidden thing! 'i'lro cntcrplllar, In lil drowsy rlng, lircnmi purplo pictures of bU futtiro wings. A xwect presentiment tills tho Interim V lenr nlr. The brooks hnng In mlspenso Among the rocks. The small grass reels ft enso l'rophe tie of a Joy most strnugo nnd dear, l'orlol May llrts tho door-hitch of tho year I Deep out of sight, where fcarth'n great mystery low, Khut up within her heart forever, files A thrill along the unseen arteries. ''Within tho tangled roots of beach nnd limn The sweet saps pulitnte as they blindly climb. And eprout their tnwllcd greenness erelt'K time. Along tho stream the whispering rushes fay To one another, How the gentle May llrlugs In the sunshine of n duarer ikiy I And to tho dwcet-brealhod violets that blow An azure margin to their silver flow, The garrulous ripples lutter ns tbey go. Welc with desire tho llly-bells turn palej Tho wondering row-slips peep from every dale; .And daisies stand on tlptoo through tho valo. The amorous boughs bend toward hor, far nnd near, While May stands In tho door-wny of the year. At her charmed coming, at the f.ir South, whoro Jt lingered for her bidding calm nnd fair, The sunshine flows through ull tho happy nlr. Aorlnl arches, of tho su' act dyes, O'er tho enrhantincnt of her presenco rlso And span tho glory of tho bending skies. Now roll tho minutes to the golden hour, And now tho bud fulfils tho perfect flower; Now Karth puts on her beauty's crown nnd power. J-'rom tho low casement of the cottage room, To tho far dlstanco where the dim bills loom, Tho lengths of uieadow.l.iud burst Into bloom. A hundrod brooks, down-leaping wheuco they hung. And seeming mad, with mnny n sliver tongue, Hlng sweeter songs thnu over yet were sung. The birds call her welcome, blithe nnd clear, While May comes through the door-way of tho year. HOMICIDAL HEROINES. Tjik authors and authoresses of the day are going in for crimes of every tie scriptlon, from murder downward, in u manner that is most startling, and Mr, Mudie's lending library will soon be come a sort of Newgate Calendar. What with lovely murderesses, anil accom Ilishcd bigamists, and spies, anil forg rs, and hero nnd thoro an occasional at torney who Js on their trail, works of ffoinancoueom In a fairway to .be very livoly irendlng before long.. The cluxit produced on sensible nnd uiut'inaginatlve people ought to be to rente them sus picious of their nearest .acquaintances. Tho young Judy who is kind enough to teach one's daugliters 'French and music looks and talks like an ordinary being; Unit it is very likely, if wo only knew aul,.that she has got a murderess in lump uscript .in. hor bedroom, at the elubora- .tion of whoso career she is working nil Jior tijinno ihours,,.nnd through tltc vivid dclincutiamof wliosti amatory and horn icidal performances she liopes herself to nttain to.liternry ime. It Is difficult to .believe how.auybody who is to all out ward luppeoEiuco so harmless, nnd who takes Iter JiuiaLs with such regularity, can be engaged in tlio manufacturo of all rtho frightful sentiments and harrowing iplots to tho production of which sho re- ttires, for anytliing wo can tell, wlien the nnuslc lessons and tho "Vronch nro over Jijr the day. If tlio nuthorcss was in tlio 3inblt of depleting criminals in tragedy vostuinc, witli cloaks over their shoul ders and daggers peeping from under neath, haunting somo lonely wayside inn or galloping ncross country on the buck of somo spirited horse, ono would Jiot bo so much surprised. Such would j-eein tho natural accessories of horror in which feminine fancy dresses great culprits. But this is not at nil the con vcntioiud tiling, ltomantic writers have far too much savotr vivre to mako their murderers or murderesses do anything so outlandish or absurd. That was the fault of taste committed by writers of an older date who did not khow the world, and were always thinking tltat criminals went about with a dagger or a bowl. Experience of life teaches tho fair novelist, ns well as hor masculine rivals, that if one wishes to find crime, one has not go t to go to the wayside Inns, dx ia watch for shadows alongside gar den walls, or to listen for a stealthy foot step on tho staircase when tho clock is striking midnight; nor can she expect -.to catch lier criminal hero or heroine in modern times performing in tills violent .and nneeted style. Tho murderess of .romanco now-a-tlays wears balmoral Shoots, and goes religiously to kettle drums. Her beauty Is tho most dazzling of nil tho beauty in tho ball-room ; her tftcp tho lightest, nnd her smiiu tlio sweetest, in tlio waltz. Sho loves nnd is lieloved, nnd tlio husband wlio In the first volume leads to tho nltar tho fair, innocent creature of nineteen, will ills cover years after, and In tho third vol. lime, that hoforo ho married liersho Jmd already had, nd po.vslbly putvitii end to, ,n husband orsoiu private, forged per .Imps n casual will, and led thu comity police a dunce for u whole week. Tho pnlxturo of crlino and crjiioljiio glvo ,si mty .to tho tory that is enough to ;tiiko nway ,tlw brentli of any (pilet, mid-.dlu-nged gc".tl,eiiiaii who takes up tsuch .great vprks o.fctlou. Ho know, from lniagiiiatiyopeoplolilfofJwketearoii)Hj others, liov poUon U upiiowl to lwaiU Hiliilstcreil In hjgh, WWIouh Hfo; that sonic prluco catches another prliM-osleep- ung m a bower, nnu pours it in his ear. or that wye beautiful Jjiicretia, after u festnl banquet, hands n Juwelled goblet containing R to a faithless lover. On the Turf, anil nmong thu lower classes, ho is aware Indeed that tho operation is performed In n less theatrical way; but ns he Is neither n prince nor a faith less lover, nor a Dove, nor a l'almer, ho concludes that ho is tolerably safo nnd at somo dlstanco from nil such stirring incidents. But when lio peruses tho latest novel from tho circulating library he is recall ed to a senso of his insecuro position. Bowers and poisoned goblets are all moonshine and nonsense. Tho thing is done every day much more simply, nnd with less ostentation, at a picnic. Blanche finished otr Augustus when she handed him the cold pigeon pio with n Joke about bis appetite, and a hope that lio would tell her if ho felt inclined for more. When Marion stayed behind os tensibly to gather a wild roso In tho hedge, she was in reality delayed for a minute or so in tlio occupation of stab bing Iteglnald and burying his body in a ditch. When sho skips up, roso in hand, a quarter of an hour later, her laugh is just as genial as ever, and sho will distribute live o'clock tea to her friends the same afternoon without a cloud on her sweet sunny brow. Such is tho teaching of the novel of the ago. A quiet man thinks all this very terri ble, and opines that the book must have been written by a sho fiend. Nothing of the kind. It lias been written by the wife of the curate in an ntljolnlng par ish, or by n clever governess, or an unli able blue-stocking, whoso time hangs heavy on her hands, and who composes this sort of tiling when she Is tired of composing hymns. It would indeed bo unjust to repre-ent the literary perform ances of tills kind ns coming from femi nine pens only. Mule writers turn out lovely murderesses also, but not so well got up, or so plquante or dashing, nnd they cannot, at best, help making their heroine look a little ghastly in spite of nil effort. The homicidal heroine of " Armadale" with respect to Mr. Wil kle Collins be it spoken is not so fresh or so virginal orso natural us, let us say, Miss Brnddon would buvo made her. Dux fmnina fact!. Authoresses have led oft' in tills lino of lute years, nnd any attempt on the part of authors to cope with or tolmitatetlicm is visited with the jUailure it deserves. The picnic anil poi son scnooi is a iemtnine senooi oi nri, though masculine proselytes are admit ted. This makes it all the more bewil dering, as we htivo said, to ordinary ob servers. Assuming that incidents of this kind are not tho more real or com mrui because they are so commonly de scribed, what are wo to think of tho imagination that loves to brood on them'.' In what strange grooves bis feminine genius begun to travel ! The three-volume homicidal heroine may or may not have been, in the begin ning, an attempt to introduce into tho educated market an articlo which lias been found productive of much emolu ment in a lower walk of literature, by the London Journal and other periodi cals of- tlio sort. If so, the adventure bus been justified by success. If Bel gravia and Mayfair did not tolerate tales of murder anil of moonshine, the lend ing libraries would cease to patronize them ; and the homicidal heroine, after walking tho literary market In vain, would bo compelled to fall buck into her accustomed columns in the penny week lies. As long as she fetches a price in the higher circles, sho will continue to be produced with a rapidity anil facility that is in itself a mark of somo clever ness. Lookingat tiie phenomenon from tho eeouomomical point of view, its oc currence is capable therefore of expla nation. As it is in other things, so it is In three-volume novels. The supply keeps pace with thosale, and If the table talk of Asmodeus would sell, whole edi tions of it would bo written, printed, and published without any serious dilll cuity. But there aro doubtless other causes that account for the manufacturo oi Homicidal heroines. A romance must have something to Jiang itself upon. It may turn on tho delineation, whether humorous or sentimental, of the shades of human life and character, or it may depend on tlio delineation of passion, or, lastly, it may be strong in incident of a sensational kind; but it must bo one of tho three, or it is no ro mance nt all. Tho gift of knowledgo of the shades of life and character is not an ordinary one. It presupposes in the fortunate possessor either a keen observation of men nnd milliners, coupled with somo experience of both, or else, in somo singular and exceptional cases, a rich and sensitive imagination, which makes up for want of experience of life by drawing on its own admirable resources. A real artist who labors at this class of creations does not necessarily attempt a universal por trait of mankind. If wise, lio bounds his nmbitlon by his powers or Ills expe rience, nnd confines himself to what ho lias studied, or wen, or felt himself. Within narrow limits, thorofore, women nro often really successful In this line. They cannot photograph Wo wide world; for ono-lniiidreiltj) p,irt of ts fglljos or ylco or pursuits, unless they ffro unusually unlucky, they oyer can hayo observed, But gjvo ))rst-rato nutlioress Jior own vljltigo or Jior own fireside, whel ehrsbus M''n, and she will produce upon thorn an lulinlrublp, nnd, occasionally, n Jiuinoroij-i work. The creators of bonjjcjdfil heyyjne.s jara de barred from tjjbi jnejd o,f fliwratlou Air tb.o simple reason, il.mjt Uy ays n rule, neither delicacy of perception nor humor. Tito iiomlcldtil heroine never con.ies to us in tUe shape o the Jierojue of n character novel, nnd no ray of hu mor ever penetrates Into tho pages that aro devoted to the chronicling of her ex ploits. Sho would find herself more in place in a romance which turned upon human passion. Passion stands nearer to crime than humor or sentiment does, nnd Medea or Clytcnincstrn or Lady Macbeth would serve us heroines either in n passlonato or purely sensational piece. But the authoress who deals in homi cidal heroines Is met hero ngaln by the old difficulty. To draw any passion In n rellned way requires rcltiieiiient. It Is no use dressing up lust or vanity or revenge In crinoline, or in uniform, nnd calling it u human being. To bo a suc cessful picture, the lust or the vanity, or whatever, in short, is tlio passion to bo portrayed,oughttobosupcrinduced upon a real substratum of human character not to bo made in a naked sort of way, to stand as the whole of the character Itself. Othello is not Jealousy, nor is Ophelia love. Tho former is n man overwhelmed with Jealousy, and the latter Is a woman, if not n lady, under' neath all her affection. To make a good passionate romance, one ought accord lngly to bo able to construct a man or n woman, after doing which ono may put tlio passion on. The homicidal heroine schools have not shown that they can draw a man or a woman, and no at temptsat giving with fidelity the shrieks or the extravagant gestures of passion would ever make up for the deficiency. 'I hey aro thrown back, accordingly, on tho last remaining resource thatof sup plying in Incident what is wanting in .sentiment, humor, and passion. And when they are thus driven to incident, nnd incident nlone, they ought not per Imps be severely blamed for liking to have their incident of a good, downright startling kind. As the tiring is to con sist entirely of blank cartridge, they prudently put plenty of powder in, or else there would be no bung. Tlio least examination of the sensa tional romances which wearedicusslng will show even a superficial critic that theyaredevoidoftliequalitiesthatareto be found in better works. It is not mere ly mat iney are sensational. Tiiey are without humor, ami unfinished assketch- es of character and life. It is to a cer tain extent providential that it should boso. Heaven, which tempers tho wind to the shorn lamb, also fits the workman for his task. Homicidal heroines coult not be turned out by humorous writers. Such writers would bo shocked at the extravagance l their own conceptions, and common sense and humor would tone the heroine down till sho was hard ly homicidal, or at all events hardly sensational at all. Becky Sharp, in "Van ity Fair," is an instance in point. Mr. Thackeray's humor enabled him to put her into a novel without making the novel ridiculous or sensational. Take away Mr. Thackeray's humor and knowledge of character, and Becky Sharp would soon approximate to the Aurora Floydsor the Miss (I wilts of the day. As it is, she is as unlike them ns a human being is unlike a ghoul strong proof of the inferiority of the modern articlo is aflbrdcd by the blun ders lu matters of detail into which tho homicidal heroine-maker almost invari ably falls. Having to do with murder ers and murderesses, lie has natiiraJIv sonictJiing to say to tho police and to the law. Now it so happens that tho proced tire of n criminal court of justice is by no means complicated. A very littlo trouble and attention would bo enough to familiarize anybody with it. Yet tlio homicidal heroine-maker never seems able to take tills simple trouble, such as it Is. His judges and ids counsel and his attorneys aro as littlo like tlio real thing as his murderers and murderesses are like tho murderers and murderesses that figure in tho dock. Balzac would have been twenty times us careful over details that played a far lessstriking part in his story. Iho accuracy of Balzac in niliiuthu is often overrated, but, taken at its lowest, is wonderful enough, con sidering tho range of subjects which lie has handled. Tho result is that the homicidal hero lne cannot even succeed in being brought to justice with decent regularity, DC' prlve her of this lust accessory, and as sho is not sot off humorously or char acteristictdly, or oven as real criminals are set of)', with proper legal formalities, what is she, and what is tiio novel thut tells us nbout her, at tho best'.' It bus certainly a plot, and often an Ingenious one. But for this It would boa'siniplo waxwork show. Two kinds of nmuse ments are, however, to bo derived from it first, the amusement deducible from n clever conundrum or charade; and, secondly, tlio amusement that can bo had for a shilling at Madame Tussaud's Chamber of Horrors. If Madame Tus- snud could contrive n scries of waxwork figures which would begin by looking liko virtuous nnd lovely waxworks, and end by turning into wax murderesses, she would buvo uccoinpllshed in, wax all that homicidal heroino-miikcrs ac complish ordinarily upon paper. As n nilltter of taste wo prefer tlio waxworks to to murderesses with balmoral boots niuj duvil.Mf fiyes that staro at tho pub lie imp of so many works of fiction T.hoyiiri quitnns miturijl. and they do not degni.de IJteraturf. Jyor am iey lauglmbb.' ijltJjQitgh they may ho kmh.- stroii.; jyhjch cannot bo .fild of ji) tle crlino ami crinoline to which wo are daily Introduced with ,o.v.triiordiiu;ry gravity, and wen comical solemnity by soine writers of the present genera lion. A LOCKSMITH'S STORY. I mvi: In San Francisco, and am n lock smith by trade. My calling isastrungo ono, nnd possesses n certain fascination, rendering it one of tho most agreeable of pursuits. Many who follow It see nothing In It but labor think of noth ing but its returns in gold and silver. I'o me It has other charms than the money it produces. I am called upon almost dally to open doors and peer Into long neglected apartments; to spring the stubborn locks of safes, and gloat upon the treasure plied within ; to qui etly enter the apartments of ladies with moro beauty than discretion, nnd pick the locks of drawers containing peaee-de-stroylifffTnlssIves, that tho dangerous evidences of wandering all'cctlon may not reach tho eye of a husband or father lu possession of the missing key; to force tlio fastenings of cash boxes and depositories of records, telling of men made suddenly rich, of corporations plundered, of orphans robbed, of hopes crushed, of families ruined. Is there no charm In all this'.' no food for specula- tion? no scope for tlio range of pleas ant fancy'.' Then, who would not be r locksmith, though his face is begrimed with the soot of tho forge, and Ids hands are stained with rust? But I have a story to tell not exactly u story either for a story implies tho completion as well as tlio beginning of n narrative and mine is scarcely moru thnu the introduction to one. Let him who deals in tilings of fancy write the rest. In tho Spring of 18.1G I think it was in April I opened a littlo shop on Kearney Street, nnd soon worked my self into a fair business. Lute one even ing a lady, closely veiled, entered my shop, nnd pulling from beneath n cloak a small japanned box, requested me to open it. Tlio lock was curiously con structed, nnd 1 was all of an hour in fit ting it with a key. The lady seemed nervous at tho delay, and at length re quested mo to close tlio iloor. 1 was a little surprised at tho suggestion, but of course complied. Shutting the door and returning to my work, the lutly with drew her veil, disclosing us sweet a face as can well lie Imagined. There was u restlessness In tlio eye and a pallor in the cheeks, however, which plainly told of u heart ill at ease, and in a moment every emotion for her hud given place to that of pity. " Perhaps you aro not well, madam nnd tho night air is too chilly'."' said 1 rather inquisitively. I felt n rebuke In hor. reply: " Tn-xe- questing you to close tho door, I had no other object than to escape tlio attention of persons." I ditl not reply, but thoughtfully con tinued my work. She resumed: "That littlo box contains valuable papers pri vate papers and 1 have lost the key, or it has been stolen. 1 should not wish to have you remember that I ever came hero on such an errand," she continued, with some hesitation, and giving mo look which it was no difficult matter to understand. "Certainly, madam, If you desire it If I cannot forget your face, I will at least nttempt to lose tlio recollection of ever seeing it here." Tlio lady bowed rather coldly at what I considered a fine compliment, and proceeded with my work, satisfied that a sudden discovered partiality for mo had nothing to do with the visit. Having succeeded, with much filing and fitting, in turning the lock, 1 was seized with a curiosity to get ngliinpsoatthoprecioib contents of tlio box, and suddenly rul ing tho lid, discovered a bundle of let ters and a daguerreotype, as I slowly passed the box to its owner. She seized it hurriedly, and placing the letters and picture in her pocket, locked tho box, anil drawing the veil over her face, pointed to tho door. I opened it, and as sho passed into tiio street she merely whispered " Bemeinber!" Wo met again, and 1 have been thus particular in describing her visit to the shop to render probable a subsequent recogni tion. About two o'clock in tho morning, in the latter part of May following, 1 was awoke by a gentle tap upon tho window of the little room back of tho shop in which I lodged. Thinking of burglars I sprang out of bed, and lu a moment was at tho window with a heavy ham mer in my hand, which 1 usually kept at that time within convenient reach of my beiWde. "Who's there?" I Inquired, raising tho hammer, and peering out into tho darkness for It was as dark as Egypt when under the curse of Israel's (!od. "Hist!" exclaimed a figure, stepping in front of tho window; "open the door, I have business for you." " Bather past business hours, I should say; but who are you?" "No ono that would harm you," re turned tho voice, which I iniugincd'was rather feminine for a burglar's. "Nor no ono that can," I replied, rathor emphatically, by way of warning, ns I tightened my grip upon tlio hum mer, and proceeded to the door. 1 push ed buck tlio bolt, and slowly opening tho door, discovered thu Mrungcr already upon tho steps, " What do you want?" i abruptly in quired. " I will tell you," nnsworcil tlm fwunn soft volco, "If you dure open tho door wide enough for mo to enter." "Conio in," said I resolutely, throw. h$ho door ajar, and proceeding to light u'tyij'vJLo Having succeeded, I turned tt) CYiinjiujO if) visitor. He wasasiuall and .nmtly-dijeceie'l geiitl1t,ju,';i, with u heavy ttiigliin uroui hljHlinuifier-'itjml a blue navy caji drawn tVpieiou-ly over the eyes. As I advanced toward him ho seemed to hesitate u moment, then ho raised tlio cap from his forehead and looked mo curiously In the face. 1 did not drop the caudle, but I acknowledge to n little nervousness as I hurriedly placed the light upon thu table, and silently proceeded to Invest myself with two or three very necessary articles of clothing. As the Lord livcth, my visitor was a lady, and the sainu for whom I had opened the little box about n month be fore! Having completed my busty toilet I attempted to stammer an apolo gy for my rudeness, but utterly fulled. The fact Is 1 Wus confounded. Smiling ut my discomfiture, phc-snld : "Disguise is useless; I presume you recognize me?" 1 believe I told you, madam, I should not soon forget your face. In what way can I serve you?" " By doing half an hour's work before daylight to-morrow, and receiving five hundred dollars for yotirlubor," was the reply. " It is not ordinary work," said I, In quiringly, "that commands so iniinfl- cent a compensation." " It is labor common to your calling," returned the lady. "The price Is not so much for the labor, as the condition under which it must be performed." " What is the condition?" 1 inquired. " That you will submit to being con veyed from nnd returned to your own door blind-folded." Ideas of murder, burglary, and almost every other crime to villainy, hurriedly presented themselves In succession, us politely bowed, nnd suid : " I must tin dorstund something more of tlio charac ter of the employment, us well as the conditions, to accept your offer." Will not five hundred dollars an swer in lieu of an explanation?" she in quired. " No, nor five thousand 1" She patted her font nervously on tho floor. I could see she hud placed entire ly too low an estimate on my honesty, and I felt some gratification in being able to convince hor of the fact. "Well, then, If it is absolutely neces sary for me to explain," she replied, " 1 must tell you that you are required to pick the lock of a vault, and" "You have gone quite far enough, madam, with the explanation," I In terrupted ; " I am not at your service." "As I said," sho continued, "you are required to pick the lock of a vault, nnd rescue lrom death a man who has been confined there for three iluys." "To whom docw tlio vault bcfonir'."' inquired. " My husband," was the somewhat re luctant reply. "Then why so much secrecy? or rather, howcaniea man confined in such a place?" " I secreted him there to escape the observation of my husband. Ho sus pected as much, and closed tho tloor upon him. Presuming ho had left tho vault, and quitted the hou-e by the back door, I did not dream, until to-day, that he was confined there. Certain suspicious nets of my husband this afternoon con vince me that the man is there, beyond human hearing, nnd will be starved to death by my barbarous husband unless Immediately rescued. For three days he has not left the house. I drugged him less than an hour ago, and ho is now so completely stupllled that the lock can be picked without ills interference. I have searched his pockets, but could not find the key ; hence my application to you. Now you know all; will you ac company mo .oil " To the end of tho world, madam, on such an errand." "Then prepare yourself; there is a cab waiting at the door." I was a littlo surprised, for I bud not heard the sound of wheels. Hastily drawing on a coat, and providing my self with the required implements, I was soon at the door. There, sure enough, was the cab, with the driver In his seat, ready for tlio mysterious jour ney. 1 entered the vehicle, followed by tho lutly. As soon as I was seated she produced a heavy handkerchief, which, by tlio faint light of an adjacent street lamp, sho carefully bound round my eyes. The lady seated herself beside me, and tho cab started. In half an hour tlio vehiclo stopped, in what part of the city 1 am entirely Ignorant, ns it was evidently driven in anything but a direct course from the point of starting. Examining the bandage, to see that my vision was completely obscured, the lady handed mo tho bundle of tools with which I was provided ; then taking me by the arm led mo through u gate into a house which I knew was of brick, anil after taking mo along a passage-way which could not have been less than fifty feet in liyigth, and down a llight of stairs Into what was evidently an underground basement, stopped beside a vault, and removed the handkerchief from my eyes. " Hero is tlio vault, open it," said she, springing tho door of a dark lantern, and throwing u beam of light upon tlio lock. 1 seized a bunch of skeleton keys, and nfter a few trials, which theliuly seeiued to watch with the most painful anxiety, sprang the bolt. The door swung upon itsliluges.nnd my companion, telling mo not (i) ('l')so It, ns It was self-locking, hpraiiu' !(' tin' vnult. I did not follow. i heard the murimir of low voices with in, and the next nioillOllt the huly re appeared, and leaning upon her arm n man, with u face so palo and haggard that I started at tho sight. How ho must have siifl'ereil during the three long days of his confinement! " Remain here," the said, handing me tho lantern ; " 1 will bo back in n mo ment." Tho two slowly ascended the stnlrs, nnd I heard them enter a room Immedi ately above where I was standing. In less than n minute the lady returned. Shall I close It, madam?" said I, lilaclng my hand upon tho tloor of the vault. No! no!" she exclaimed, hastily seizing my arm ; " It awaits another oc cupant !" " Madam, you certainly do not intend to-" "Aro you ready?" sho interrupted, impatiently holding the handkerchief to my eyes. The thought flashed across my mind that she intended to push me into tlio vault, nnd bury mo nnd my secret together. She seemed to read the suspicion, nnd continued: "Do not be alarmed ; von nro not tlio man!" "I could not mistake tho truth of the fearful meaning of the remark, and I shuddered as I bent my head to the handkerchief. My eyes were ascnrefully bandaged as before, and I was led to tho cab, and thence driven homo by a more circuitous route, if possible, than the one by which wo came. Arriving in front of the house the handkerchief was removed, and I stepped from tho vehi cle. A purso of five hundred dollars was placed In my hand, and in a mo ment tlio cab and Its mysterious occu pant had turned tho corner nnd were out of sight. I entered the shop, nnd tho purse of gold was the only evidence I could sum mon in my bewilderment that all I hud Just done and witnessed was not a dream. A month after that I saw the lady and the gentleman taken from the vault walking leisurely along Montgomery Street. I do not know, but I believe tho sleeping husband awoke within tho vault, and his bones are there to-day The wife is still a resident of San Fran cisco. ORGAN-GRINDERS. A Nkw Yonii paper says the appear ance of the organ-grinder in nny city indicates, like the presence of the swal low, the welcome approach of the Sum mer. Like the lly, he remains in a state of torpor during tho coltl spell, as Mer- riani would have it ; and he imitates tlio ant and tho spider by shielding himself in ids nest from tho storms which ho scents in advance. This description, however, applies only to one section o the Italians who move the handles of the hurdy-gurdy. There aro others- mid they are tlio most numerous who rush In advance of the Winter sea son to moro genial climes, where tho palm, the cedar, and the Illy flourish; and thus, by the strategy of travel, en joy not only perpetual summer, but an ample reward for their musical labors. The members of the latter class have Just made their debut in this city for tiio Spring season. They returned during the past month, and Immediately Joined their families in their old settlement in Baxter Street. Tho re-unions in some instances were curious and strange. Monkeys wlio had been left behind uni ted with their kindred in greeting their old masters, who hud comfortably pro vided for tliein in various bourding hoiiscs in the Points devoted exclusively to tho rare of the ring-tailed tribe, tlio cost of living for each ranging from ono dollar to one dollar and a half per week. Nearly all the-o monkeys are trained in Paris by Italians, and their prices vary from seventy-five to ono hundred and fifty dollars, the latter quotations ruling for such monkeys as can tumble, dunce, und discharge pistols. There are about one hundred and fifty organ-grinders now in tills city, who decide each week the musical routes they shnil take, in order to avoid nny possible interference with each other. But few of these own organs; they are generally rented ut from two to three dollars a week by a joint-stock company, wlio have made u large fortune by tho business. They live economically, their earnings about ten or twelve dollars a week requiring them to do so. They have ndopted a peculiar mode of avoid ing high rents, for several families oc cupy one room, undivided by a parti tion, tho bounds of each so distinctly understood as to uvold all possibility of trespass on another's section. General Jackson never hated paper money more thanthcseself-sanieorgan-grlnder.s; tbey love pennies and silver anil gold. In many Instances their children have been taught to play the violin and sing in tlio streets, n calling which brings tVem three dollars a week. Living exclusive ly on iniu'caroni, their board costs them but n trifle, and they aro accordingly enabled to hoard up riches for old age. Although they carefully avoid burthen- Ing themselves with tho privilege of citizenship, they givo tho law but little trouble, an arrest among them taking place about once a year. Such nro tho men who nro now play ing " Annie Laurie," 'io " MnrselluUe," nnd tho " Wearing of tlio Green" in our streets. t OLD LETTERS. Nr.VKit burn kindly-written letters; it is so pleasant to reatl them over when tho paper Is yellow with age, and tho hands that traced the friendly words aro folded over tho heart that prompted them, under tho green sward. Above all, never burn love-letters. To read them In after years is liken resurrection of one's youth. Tlio elderly spinster finds lu tho impassioned offer foolishly rejected twenty years ago a fountain of rejuvenescence. Glancing over It sho realizes that f he was once n belle and a beauty, and beholds her former t-elf Jn a mirror much moro congenial to hcrtnslo than the one that confronts her In her lressliiL'-room. Tho "widow indeed" derives a sweet and solemn consolation from tho letters of the beloved one who ms Journeyed before her to the far-off land, from which there comes no mes sage, and where sho hopes ono day to Join him. No photograph can so vivid- lv recall to the memory of the mother tho tenderness and devotion of the chil dren who have left at tho call of Heaven its the epistolary outpourings of their love. The letter of a son or daughter to a true mother Is sometimes better than uu Imago of tho features; It is n reflex of tlio writer's soul. Keep all loving letters. Bum only the harsh and cruel ones ; and in burning them forgive nnu forget them. LONDON BOYS. Tins affliction of the streets lias grown up to Its present monster propor tions within tho current century; nnd it continues growing. It would bo against tho grain of reason to stipposo that in the old stately ages of our histo ry, or even in tlio Jaunty days of Itane loglt, boys could have been what they are now. o take it for granted that they were born with an entirely differ ent set of notions of themselves, nnd of tho surrounding world in which they were permitted to expand. Probably the low posterns; or the dim lattice win dows ; or the narrow causeways ; or tho mighty farthingales that created awe wherever they moved; or tho long waste stretches of ground, relieved here and there by gardens and orchards that in terposed between tho patches of streets, may have hud something to do with it; but it Is not to be conceived that in times when there were great city pro cessions and masques nnd mummeries on the highway ; when there were sights to bo seen out of doors which filled tho eyes and thoughts of old and young ; nnd when reverence was paid to func tions and offices which have since fallen Into contempt, it is not to bo conceived that boys had It all their own way, and maintained such a reign of terror as they do now. From the earliest nges they have been wiser than men; but that seems to bo n providential arrange ment, by which practical lessons nro, ns it were, taken by storm out of life In tho first nrdor of youth, that could not be obtained by tlio natural process of growth. We do not object to their su premacy as philosophers, because that is a dispensation which, whatever social disturbance it may occasion, is pretty sure to come right in tho end. But wo do object to their violent assertion of exclusive rights on the pavement of tho metropolis. Old heads upon young shoulders is one thing; but lieads with brass throats and a corresponding supply of implements of war is another. Wo are ready to admit that "Youth's tho season mntlo for joys;" but wo strenu ously object to the new reading, "Youth's tho season made for noise." Why the existing generation should be moro riotous than its predecessors Is a question that wo will not undertake to solve. Perhaps the diffusion of knowledge Is implicated in tho respon sibility, or tho rnpid increase of popula tion by which tlio young may bo des tined to force tlio old off tho scene, ns the enlightened white man pushes for wnrd on the hunting grounds of tho Indian ; but whatever may bo tho cause the fact is patent. Take an example or two. THE WOMEN OF DAMARA. Baixks, tho traveller in Southwest Africa, In describing female costume, says of that of the Damtira .women: "Tlio bonnets are very elaborate pieces of furniture. Tlio head-piece is of stout hide, bent whilestillsoft to fit the head, nntl kept in form by rows of ornamental stitching; the ears seem to be slightly thinner, and aro also stitched in such patterns as to givo them tho proper hol low. Tho curtain, or sunshade, or 'ugli ly,' in front, is of very soft leather, and is rolled more or less back nt pleasure; and the long strings of the Iron tubing pendent down tlio buck were formerly made of good, thick, honest Iron, pur chased, liko their assagais and other or naments of metal, from tho Ovambo. Now, however, since tho country has been visited by Englishmen, pieces of hoop and tin aro generally substituted. Tho weight of such a head-dress is no trifle, and thinking on ono occasion that my sister must be weary, I told her to leave her bonnet with me and go to my hut about tho most fearful breach of etiquette, I presently 'found, a Damara woman could be guilty of; for Dikkop, if he did not dlo of shame at seeing her shaven head uncovered, would infallibly kill her for appearing before him in such dishabille. Actual infidelity would bo laughed at compared with such olfenco against the conventionality of Damanv land. Tlio Iron ornaments worn liko gaiters on tho nnklo nro also generally of Ovuiubo make. Tho sandals, which In a plcturo might appear too large, nro purpo.-ely made so, tlio pointed ends projecting three or four Inches beyond tlio toe and heel ; the thong pusses up through tho solo between tho great ton and the next, encircles tlio heel, ami f conllned about tho mlddlo of tho foot by a smaller thong on each sldo knotted, through the sole. Hi: who, without call or office, indus triously recalls theremernbranco of past, orrors, to confound him who has. sincere 1 repented of them, is heedless und unfeeling.